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The Little Snail Beneath the Map  In a world of tiny shells, they're born with a map in hand A guide to their journey, a life they command But one little snail, with a line so plain No beginning, no ending, just a whisper of rain   He crawls through the meadows, a world to explore His heart full of wonder, a thirst for so much more But the others laugh, they don't understand The beauty he sees, a world in his hand   He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free He follows his compass, a heart that won't be Bound by the rules, the whispers of fear He's carving his path, with a smile so clear   A gentle guitar melody, a soft, wistful sound The world around him, slowly unwound   He meets a girl, with a map so grand A million paths leading, a life in her hand But she's lost in the maze, of what's meant to be Until she sees him, his simple melody   He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free He follows his compass, a heart that won't be Bound by the rules...

Short Story: A Young Tale (by Tonkabean ) (English Story Translate by AI) Bare-chested in a t-shirt and worn-out jeans, she ran carefree under the sunlight, her long hair dancing on her shoulders. There was a time when such unrestrained passion filled her, captured in a 16x20-inch photograph frame that held a picture of a fifteen-year-old girl. The photo hung in the center of the wall in this little grocery store, and anyone passing by could see the childhood picture of Xiao Bing. It was her grandfather's favorite photo. After her grandfather passed away, her father and younger brother took care of the store, and occasionally, Ah Bing would come by to tidy things up. Now twenty-nine years old, Xiao Bing looked at herself from fourteen years ago, traversing a kaleidoscope-like colorful world, carefree and joyful every day. Xiao Bing's profession was makeup, but she hardly ever put on makeup for herself. She believed that no matter what she put on her face, her appearance wouldn...

The Journey of Melody (Song for Prose) Life is a journey. Along the way, we encounter landscapes and people, witness beauty and sorrow, hear joy and grief, smell fragrance and stench, feel warmth and cold.   Life is a melody. The melody sometimes has waves, the lyrics sometimes have deep emotions. Countless notes and melodies, each with its own chapter, constantly drift in this world.   Life is a search. A search for our own goals and meaning, a search for the true meaning and value of life. This search makes us love life even more, cherish every moment.   I… https://youtu.be/MpQqziNOUNI Lyric: Sunrise paints the sky with hues of gold, A brand new day, a story to be told. Across the fields, a gentle breeze does blow, Whispering secrets, where the wildflowers grow. Each step I take, a rhythm in my heart, A symphony of life, a brand new start. Oh, the journey of melody, a song unsung, With every beat, a lesson to be learned. ...